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Song of Solomon 6

New Living Translation NLT

1 Where has your lover gone, O woman of rare beauty? Which way did he turn so we can help you find him?

2 My lover has gone down to his garden, to his spice beds, to browse in the gardens and gather the lilies.

3 I am my lover’s, and my lover is mine. He browses among the lilies.

4 You are beautiful, my darling, like the lovely city of Tirzah. Yes, as beautiful as Jerusalem, as majestic as an army with billowing banners.

5 Turn your eyes away, for they overpower me. Your hair falls in waves, like a flock of goats winding down the slopes of Gilead.

6 Your teeth are as white as sheep that are freshly washed. Your smile is flawless, each tooth matched with its twin.

7 Your cheeks are like rosy pomegranates behind your veil.

8 Even among sixty queens and eighty concubines and countless young women,

9 I would still choose my dove, my perfect one— the favorite of her mother, dearly loved by the one who bore her. The young women see her and praise her; even queens and royal concubines sing her praises:

10 “Who is this, arising like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as an army with billowing banners?”

11 I went down to the grove of walnut trees and out to the valley to see the new spring growth, to see whether the grapevines had budded or the pomegranates were in bloom.

12 Before I realized it, my strong desires had taken me to the chariot of a noble man.

13 Return, return to us, O maid of Shulam. Come back, come back, that we may see you again. Young Man Why do you stare at this young woman of Shulam, as she moves so gracefully between two lines of dancers?

The Complete Jewish Bible CJB

1 [Chorus] Where has your darling gone, you most beautiful of women? Which way did your darling turn, so that we can help you find him?

2 [She] My darling went down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to pasture his flock in the gardens and to gather lilies.

3 I belong to the man I love, and he belongs to me; he pastures his flock among the lilies.

4 [He] You are as beautiful as Tirtzah, my love, as lovely as Yerushalayim, but formidable as an army marching under banners.

5 Turn your eyes away from me, because they overwhelm me! Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Gil'ad.

6 Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that have just come up from being washed; each of them is matched, and none of them is missing.

7 Your cheeks are like a pomegranate split open behind your veil.

8 There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, as well as young women beyond number;

9 but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, her mother's only child, the darling of the one who bore her.

10 The daughters see her and call her happy; the queens and concubines praise her. "Who is this, shining forth like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun"-but formidable as an army marching under banners?

11 [She] I had gone down to the nut orchard to see the fresh green plants in the valley, to see if the vine had budded,

12 or if the pomegranate trees were in bloom. Before I knew it, I found myself in a chariot, and with me was a prince.

13 [Chorus] Come back, come back, girl from Shulam! Come back, come back to where we can see you! Why are you looking at the girl from Shulam as if she were dancing for two army camps?